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Xue Ningmeng was not afraid at all. She used the flexible body of Xuanwu Ma to constantly avoid Lu Bu's attacks, while looking for opportunities to attack Lu Bu's flaws with the spiritual short blade.

Blunt Knife relied on the power of the big knife in his hand, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound, creating offensive opportunities for Xue Ningmeng.

Lu Bu quickly raised his halberd to block the attack, but the huge impact made his arm numb.

Although the addition of Xue Ningmeng, Blunt Knife and Qingluan temporarily relieved some of the pressure, the formation master still gritted his teeth and persisted, trying to continue breaking the formation. The situation in Jingzhou City was still precarious.

Just as Xue Ningmeng and Lu Bu were in a stalemate, Qingluan was attacking the formation master with all her might, and clone No. 3 was trying to disrupt the offensive rhythm of Feng Yi and others, a black shadow flashed past the edge of the battlefield like a ghost.

This person is Feng Yi's secret ally, the shadow assassin Night Owl who is good at hiding his whereabouts.

Night Owl was dressed in a pure black suit embroidered with strange dark gold patterns, which gleamed faintly in the moonlight. His face was covered by a black mask, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Ye Xiao knew that the defenses of Jingzhou City's Qiyun Formation were already shaky, and the addition of Xue Ningmeng and the others had only made the situation more complicated. He decided to lurk in the shadows, observing the battlefield and looking for the best opportunity to strike.

Night Owl's figure seemed to blend into the darkness, silently approaching the battlefield between Xue Ningmeng and Lu Bu. He hid behind a ruin, quietly observing the battle between Lu Bu, Xue Ningmeng, and Blunt Knife.

Lu Bu was seen waving the Fang Tian Hua Ji, and each attack was powerful, making it difficult for Xue Ningmeng and Dun Dao to resist.

Xue Ningmeng and Blunt Dao relied on their tacit cooperation and flexible movements to constantly dodge Lu Bu's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Ye Xiao secretly calculated in his heart that although Xue Ningmeng and Duan Dao were not in danger of their lives for the time being, they would definitely be defeated by Lu Bu if this continued.

Once Lu Bu breaks through the defense line, the situation in Jingzhou City will be even more unfavorable. Thinking of this, Ye Xiao decided to take action.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body surged instantly, and his whole aura became more concealed.

Then, he suddenly jumped out from the ruins like a black cheetah, holding a dagger emitting faint light in his hand, and stabbed it straight into Xue Ningmeng's back.

Xue Ningmeng was so engrossed in her fight with Lu Bu that she was completely unaware of the danger behind her. Just as Night Owl's dagger was about to pierce Xue Ningmeng, Avatar No. 3 caught a glimpse of the scene out of the corner of her eye.

He was shocked and had no time to think. He immediately abandoned the enemy in front of him, quickly formed seals with his hands, and shot a spiritual sword energy towards Night Owl.

Night Owl sensed the danger and dodged the attack of Avatar No. 3. However, this also caused his sneak attack plan to fail, and Xue Ningmeng and Blunt Knife also discovered Night Owl's existence.

Xue Ningmeng's face changed, and she immediately drove Xuanwu Ma to turn around, holding the spiritual short blade in front of her body, looking at Ye Xiao vigilantly.

Blunt Knife also clenched his sword, stood beside Xue Ningmeng, and faced Night Owl with her.

Seeing this, Lu Bu also stopped attacking, a smug smile on his face: "Huh, you didn't expect that I have helpers. No one of you can stop me today!"

Night Owl glanced coldly at Clone No. 3, then turned his gaze to Xue Ningmeng: "Little girl, today is the day you die."

After saying that, he launched another attack, his figure moving quickly on the battlefield, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light, making it impossible to defend against him.

Xue Ningmeng did not dare to be careless. She held the spiritual short blade tightly and relied on the flexibility of the dancing horse to engage in a fierce battle with the night owl.

The Night Owl's attack speed was extremely fast, and each attack carried a deadly threat. However, Xue Ningmeng relied on her tenacious will and excellent fighting skills to resolve the Night Owl's attacks time and time again.

Blunt Knife was waiting for an opportunity to strike. Whenever Night Owl showed a flaw, he would swing his knife and give Night Owl a heavy blow.

Seeing this, Avatar No. 3 immediately joined the battle. He, Xue Ningmeng, and Blunt Knife worked in perfect harmony, forming a tight combat team to lay siege to Night Owl.

Although Night Owl was powerful, he gradually felt a little tired facing the joint attack of the three people.

Just when Ye Xiao was engaged in a tough battle with Xue Ning Meng, Clone No. 3, and Blunt Knife, news came from Qing Luan.

Although Qingluan had the upper hand in the battle with the Formation Master, the Formation Master's strength should not be underestimated. He relied on his exquisite formation and powerful spiritual power to resist Qingluan's attacks time and time again.

At this time, Feng Yi and others reorganized their attack and attacked clone No. 3 and Xue Ningmeng again.

The situation on the battlefield became more chaotic, with various spells intertwined and the shouts of killing deafening.

The sky above Jingzhou City was covered with dark clouds, and the sounds of shouting, killing, and clashing spells echoed in the air. A battle of life and death was entering a white-hot stage.

Clones No. 2 and No. 3 struggled to resist the joint attack of Cao Cao and Sun Quan's camps, but despite their best efforts, they were still unable to withstand the attack.

On the battlefield, Lu Bu brandished his Fang Tian Hua Ji, and every move was deadly; Feng Yi united with masters from all sides, waved the Feng Yu Ling Banner, and together with everyone launched a siege and interception against clones No. 2 and No. 3. Under the enemy's attack, the light of Jingzhou City's fortune formation became dimmer and it was in danger of collapse at any time.

While fending off Zhang Lu's Thunder Dragon attack, Avatar No. 2 anxiously shouted to Avatar No. 3, "This won't work! We need reinforcements as soon as possible!"

Clone No. 3 understood and quickly used a secret technique to transmit the critical situation in Jingzhou City to Kunling Sect.

Junior Brother Ling Feng, who was far away in the Kunling Sect, was extremely anxious after receiving the message from clones No. 2 and No. 3. He knew that if Jingzhou City fell, the consequences would be disastrous.

Without thinking too much, Ling Feng quickly summoned the elite disciples of the sect.

These disciples have abundant spiritual power. Although they are not as famous as Xue Tianhan and others, they are all full of passion and loyalty.

Everyone stood on Kunling Sect's ancient and mysterious teleportation array, their spiritual energy surging around them, resonating with the array's runes. With Ling Feng's command, the teleportation array shone brightly, a powerful spatial fluctuation flashed, and they instantly disappeared from Kunling Sect.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Feng and others appeared on the exclusive teleportation array platform of Jingzhou City.

The teleportation array platform is surrounded by intricate defensive runes and is usually heavily guarded. However, due to the urgency of the war, the soldiers on duty are exhausted but still holding on.

As soon as Ling Feng and others appeared, they felt the strong spiritual energy and pungent smell of gunpowder permeating the battlefield.

Ling Feng's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he quickly assessed the situation on the battlefield. He saw Xue Ningmeng, clone No. 3, Blunt Knife and Night Owl fighting fiercely, while Feng Yi and others were also attacking this side frantically.

Ling Feng shouted, "Follow me and kill!" and rushed towards Feng Yi and others first.

In his hand, he held a long sword emitting blue light, with mysterious runes flowing on the sword body. Every time he swung it, it brought up a sharp sword energy.

The Kunling Sect disciples behind him followed closely, working in perfect harmony as they quickly formed a sword formation. Wherever the sword formation moved, enemy spells were blocked, completely disrupting the rhythm of Feng Yi and the others' attack.

Xue Ningmeng, Blunt Knife and Clone No. 3 were greatly encouraged when they saw Ling Feng and the others arrive.

Xue Ningmeng took the opportunity to drive the dazzling dance horse, jumped high, and slashed towards the night owl with the spiritual short blade in her hand with a thousand pounds of force.

Night Owl was being attacked by three people at the moment and was unable to split himself. Faced with this sudden and powerful attack, he could only barely raise his dagger to resist.

The huge impact force made him retreat repeatedly, leaving deep footprints on the ground beneath his feet.

Clone No. 3 did not miss this opportunity. He quickly changed the spells with his hands, and a huge vortex of spiritual power condensed in his palms.

Then, he pushed the vortex of spiritual power towards Night Owl. Night Owl was unable to dodge and was sucked into the vortex, and his spiritual power was instantly disordered.

On Ling Feng's side, he and Feng Yi engaged in close combat. Feng Yi waved the Phoenix Feather Spirit Banner, and the banner spread out, and streams of multicolored spiritual energy rushed towards Ling Feng like a surging wave.

Ling Feng was undaunted, unleashing the unique swordsmanship of the Kunling Sect. His sword moves flowed like flowing clouds and water, yet were incredibly sharp. Each strike carried a powerful surge of spiritual energy, colliding with Feng Yi's Phoenix Feather Spirit Banner, emitting a series of loud noises and sending sparks flying.

The other disciples of the Kunling Sect engaged in fierce fighting with the minions of the Sun Quan and Cao Cao camps. They either cast spells or brandished weapons, and for a time, the battlefield was filled with the sound of killing and shouting.

Some disciples summoned giant fire dragons to charge into the enemy group; some disciples used ice spells to freeze the enemies in place.

On Qingluan's side, encouraged by the arrival of Lingfeng and others, she also made another effort.

It spread its colorful wings and released a powerful spiritual power storm, completely destroying the defenses around the formation master.

The Master of Formation turned pale, realizing that the situation was beginning to turn against him. However, he refused to accept defeat. Gritting his teeth, he exerted all his strength to form seals once more, attempting a final struggle.

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At this time, the mortal coalition forces of Cao Cao and Sun Quan also arrived outside the city of Jingzhou, and they launched a thundering general attack on the city.

On Cao's camp, Xu Huang, fully armed and holding a long axe, majestically led the elite troops equipped with upgraded muskets to advance steadily.

These muskets have been carefully improved, with a greatly increased range and greater power than before. Flames spewed from the muzzles, instantly suppressing the firepower points on the city walls of Liu Bei's camp, leaving them unable to fight back.

Yu Jin was commanding the mortar troops in an orderly manner in the rear. His eyes were sharp and he calculated the angle and range accurately. The shells were wrapped in the whistling wind and rushed towards the fortifications of Jingzhou City, causing earth and rocks to fly.

The soldiers in Liu Bei's camp were suppressed by the fierce artillery fire and could only hide behind the bunkers and struggle to hold on.

In Sun Quan's camp, Zhou Yu was wearing a feather fan and a long scarf. He was elegant but exuded the aura of a master strategist. He stood on a high place, overlooking the entire battlefield, gently waving the feather fan in his hand, as if he was conducting a grand piece of music.